Thank you Wolf for your support and love.
Thanks Sonja and Momma for taking a moment to comment and add a positive comment to mine and everyones day.
How did I do it? Welp, long story short, I had to fight Wolf tooth and nail not to take me back to the hospital for stomach bleeding once again. He and I didi some research and figured that a product line called Herbal Life could help me get the nutrients I need and in a form that will be healing and easy for me to digest as my tummy is raw and ulcerated as it can get. All these 15 western meds for pain and everything elses is not helping forthat matter. The bleeding stopped in a couple of days with the Herbal Life Aloe Jell and the nutrient drinks started giving me more energy and more color to my skin. I am still in a lot of pain but, I have the energy to want to do something now in spite of it..
This is only the first 3 weeks on Herbal Life products and I feel 100 percent better and people are commenting on my smile. I haven't had that happen in ages. I plan on continuing to use the products and hope to get some more weight off and hopefully some of these toxic western meds.. Thanks again for sending a smile my way.. it helps more than you know.
Thanks Wolf for searching day and night for a product that is healthy and easy to digest.. if you would like to know more about the products send Wolf or myself a private e-mail...
Sincerely
Madame V

Congralutions V.
Twenty two pounds in less than two weeks. All on your new nutritional regiment. It’s a great start. I am looking forward to seeing you get down to where you have been, wanting to be.
Soon I will able to get you back into those highly flexible rope postions, without having to use a gag to stop the ouie, ouie, ouie sounds.

Love Wolf

The Nite Raven
Dedicated to Dusty aka Kitten aka NightRaven

Edgar Allan Poe, 1845
Madame V some changes

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore--
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping--rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door--
Only this and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak June,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;--vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow--
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Nite Raven,
a Nite Raven of ill omen, disguised as a maiden
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me--filled me with fantastic sensations never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door--
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;--
This it is and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping--tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"--here I opened wide the door:--
Darkness there and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Nite Raven!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Nite Raven!"
Merely this and nothing more but, an ill omen.
Does anyone see the disguise of good will?

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon I heard again a tapping, somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore--
Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore;--
'Tis the wind and nothing more."

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Nite Raven of ill omen;
Not the least obeisance made her: not an instant stopped
but, stayed perched upon my chamber door-

But, with staying of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door--
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door--
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Darkness there and nothing more-

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Nite Raven wandering from the shore--
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
smiling sheepishly, for it's ill gotten gains-
Darkness there and nothing more-
"Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning--little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Was ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door--
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
Darkness there and nothing more
With such name as "Nite Raven."

But the Raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered--not a feather then he fluttered--
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before--
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Darkness there and nothing more

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some happy master and dispersed unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore--
Till the dirges of his Hope the melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never--nevermore.'"

But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore--
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Nameless here for ever more-

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy Satan hath lent thee--by these demons he hath sent thee

Respite--respite and nepenthe from thy memories!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Nite Raven!"
The Raven, The Nite Raven of ill omen-

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!--
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted--
On this home by Horror haunted--tell me truly, I implore--
Is there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me, I implore!"
The Raven, The Nite Raven of ill omen-

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us--by that God we both adore--
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
A Theif-
Darkness there and nothing more
With such name as "Nite Raven."

"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting--
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!--quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
The Raven, The Nite Raven of ill omen-

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted--
The Raven, The Nite Raven of ill omen-
Darkness there and nothing more.